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    Fingerprints

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PERSONNEL

C. Ray Harvey - vocals, bass, synthesizer

Andrea Harvey - vocals

Eric Frank - drums

Zach Smith - guitar

Tracked and mixed at Off the Cuff Sound by Jason Davis

Mastered at The Boiler Room by Collin Jordan


LYRICS

Anthony Wayne

Population no help, I've got find the mound

Of the nation I killed

I am watching the wrists turn to empty hands

For a few dollar bills

Underneath the old garrison a musket fires

Rivers freezing to still

I am standing in Mary and Joseph praying

For their bodies to spill

 

Here, where the waters join, I lose my sense of holy onward go

A head of hair and we can't love the spirit kept at bay with stone

 

I have buried my conscience beneath a mountain

Of coarse sandpaper dust

See the cloud on my brow as it swells and darkens

feel my breath as a gust

Saying prayers to weather, the god surviving

Let me die where I must

Tell the people I sent I will soon be joining

Having misplaced my guts

 

Population no help, I've got to shut the mouth

of the man that I killed

I am chiding his widow for not resisting

the advance of my will

 

 

Grey Mourning

 

Before I got home, the sun was near flame

The corner streetlamp was dark like a post on our bed frame

You were crossed legs with knees of ivory

I was a cold hand between the unshaven thighs of envy.

What would you bet me that we will not sleep?

 

Donʼt wake me grey mo(u)rning

Breathing clouds, your brow is nearly storming

 

The bed is too wide; we never need touch

I want to tell you now, but the space is really too much

The curtain wears thin to match my patience

The sun is creeping in exposing my effacement

But if you let me, I will let me

 

Iʼm guilty

Donʼt kill me

Believe me

Donʼt leave me

 

I’m breaking, grey morning.

Breathing clouds

Iʼm breathing

 

 

Unfamiliar Space

 

Grab the keys in the hall

Grief and shaking wrists and shoulders bent

At the sight, I recall

Interruption like a winding vein dividing cracked cement

The front door slamming shut

Wishing you had stayed away this time

Spiraled fists, white as ice

Trying to hold it in, the feeling you could go and Iʼd be fine

 

But I canʼt help but think, “baby, this is wrong”

But this is all I know

 

Flashing lights on the lawn

Looking down at you, so cold and calm

My regret, not yet formed

An unfamiliar space inside my palm

 

Will you breathe?

Stay with me

Will you bleed?

Don’t leave me

 

And I canʼt help but think, “baby this is wrong,” but this is all I know

No I canʼt help but think, “baby this is wrong, this is wrong”

No I can’t help but think, “baby this is wrong,” but this is all I know

 

 

Fingerprint

 

I have two eyes and two hands but only one pair of lips

Which half will you see tonight? The empty palm or the fist?

Let's try me framed in the door, a portrait of my back

Let's try the silence of comfort, not the fear in the laugh

 

I am the shell of a heart around a feather of lust

I told you I would be home and let you settle to dust

And as the candles blow down I know you'll sigh like a brick

I'm counting every kiss; my eyes are watching their lids

 

I hear the door creaking open, I feel nothing at all

Your footsteps fall into craters, quaking boards in the hall

 

Is that the weight of regret shattering timber and bone?

Is that you superimposed upon yourself like a ghost?

 

I am chipping my fingernails, waiting alone

I am balling one fist; oh baby, baby, come home

 

I don't care which half I see, I just want you close to me

 

I don't care which half I see,

I don't care

I don't care

 

And the curtains are drawn, the bed is sheetless.

Please don't breathe in

We undress

 

Fingerprints on my thighs

Not mine

I am still incomplete

I don't mind though


THE GHOST OF ANTHONY WAYNE

Population no help, I've got find the mound of the nation I killed.

I am watching the wrists turn to empty hands for a few dollar bills.
Underneath the old garrison a musket fires, rivers freezing to still.
I am standing in Mary and Joseph praying for their bodies to spill.

CHORUS

Here where the waters join, I lose my sense of holy onward go

A head of hair and we can't love the spirit kept at bay with stone

VERSE

I have buried my conscience beneath a mountain of coarse sandpaper dust.
See the cloud on my brow as it swells and darkens, feel my breath as a gust.

Saying prayers to weather, the god surviving, let me die where I must.
Tell the people I sent I will soon be joining having misplaced my guts.

CHORUS

VERSE

Population no help, I've got to shut the mouth of the man that I killed.

I am chiding his widow for not resisting the advance of my will.

Go, go, go...

Holy onward go! X4

Grey Morning

Before I got home the sun was near flame,
The corner streetlamp was dark like a post on our bed frame.

And you were crossed legs with knees of ivory
I was a cold hand between the unshaven thighs of envy.

What would you bet me that we will not sleep?

CHORUS

Donʼt wake me grey morning

Breathing clouds, your brow is nearly storming.

VERSE

The bed is too wide, we never need touch.

I want to tell you now but the space is really too much.
The curtain wears thin to match my patience.

The sun is creeping in exposing my effacement.

But if you let me oh, I will let me!

CHORUS

Iʼm guilty!

Donʼt kill me!

Believe me!

Donʼt leave me!

I’m breaking, grey morning.
Breathing clouds.

Iʼm breathing!

Unfamiliar Space

Grab the keys in the hall.

Grief and shaking wrists and shoulders bent
At the sight, I recall,
Interruption like a winding vein dividing cracked cement.

The front door slamming shut.
Wishing you had stayed away this time.
Spiraled fists, white as ice,
Trying to hold it in; the feeling you could go and Iʼd be fine.

CHORUS

But I canʼt help but think, baby, this is wrong.

But this is all I know.

VERSE

Flashing lights on the lawn,

Looking down at you, so cold and calm.
My regret, not yet formed.

An unfamiliar space inside my palm.

BRIDGE

Will you breathe?

Stay with me.
Will you bleed?

Don’t leave me.

CHORUS

And I canʼt help but think, baby this is wrong, but this is all I know.
No I canʼt help but think, baby this is wrong, this is wrong.

No I can’t help but think, baby this is wrong, but this is all I know

Fingerprint

I have two eyes and two hands and only one pair of lips.
Which half will you see tonight? The empty palm or the fist?

Let's try me framed in the door, a portrait of my back.
Let's try the silence of comfort not the fear in the laugh.

I am the shell of a heart around a feather of lust.

I told you I would be home and let you settle to dust.

And as the candles blow down I know you'll sigh like a brick.

I'm counting every kiss; my eyes are watching their lids.

I hear the door creaking open, I feel nothing at all.
Your footsteps fall into craters quaking boards in the hall.

Is that the weight of regret shattering timber and bone?
Is that you superimposed upon yourself like a ghost?

I am chipping my fingernails, waiting alone.
I am balling one fist; oh baby, baby come home!

I don't care which half I see, I just want you close to me!

I don't care which half I see, I don't I don't care!

And the curtains are drawn, the bed’s sheet-less.
Please don't breathe in, we undress.

Fingerprints on my thighs, not mine, oh!
I am still incomplete, I don't mind though. x4